top of page
Search

Pretending

  • Writer: Elle Coles
    Elle Coles
  • Jun 24, 2020
  • 2 min read

Cherry red lips,

Gold paint on my finger tips.

Tell me it’s worth it these

Precious tears.


Sunday morning,

Wrapped up warm and the day is dawning

But can we make it ‘till

The sun goes down?


And as the nights get colder,

My eyes get older,

And these twisted words

Start to make more sense.


It’s like a rainbows ending,

And we are still pretending

That there’s gold at the end of the line.


So open up your fairy stories

And let the words fall out.

Familiar faces and far off places,

Too real for you to doubt.


But in the end we’re only pretending

That life is never ending,

And we’re perfectly fine.

And if I shout loud enough from the rooftops,

Then you can come and join us

In our perfect life.


Pretty photographs,

Chopped and changed so they're not the same.

Tell me it’s worth it

This hollow pain.


Monday morning,

Ready for work and the day is dawning.

But can I make it

Back home again?


And if I’m not myself today,

Just ignore me,

I’ll be okay.

It’s like a rainstorms ending -

Flowers will grow from my pretending.

So open up your fairy stories

And let the words fall out.

Familiar faces and far off places,

Too real for you to doubt.


But in the end we’re only pretending

That life is never ending,

And we’re perfectly fine.

And if I shout loud enough from the rooftops,

Then you can come and join us

In our perfect life.


Oh, we’re only pretending, hey, yeah,yeah.

So I’m gonna hold my breath,

‘Till the music ends.

But it’s all pretend.


But in the end we’re only pretending

That life is never ending,

And we’re perfectly fine.

And if I shout loud enough from the rooftops,

Then you can come and join us

In our perfect life.


And in the end we’re only pretending

That life is never ending,

And we’re perfectly fine.

And if I shout loud enough from the rooftops,

Then you can come and join us

In our perfect life.


And if my heart keeps insisting on beating,

Then I will be believing in another time.


And if the world keeps insisting on turning,

Then I will keep on yearning for another life.


 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
Not Nearly Perfect

I’m sorry it hurts, I’m sorry it stings  I’m sorry I came along and clipped  Your newly mended wings  I’m sorry you’re broken  Down to...

 
 
 
Shirts & White Wine

If ever I could freeze a moment Keep it just the way it is I would choose this morning in your bedroom That second just before we kissed...

 
 
 
Could It Be Love?

Take me out dancing, Let’s start good old fashioned romancing. We’ll walk down by the river at a half past 10 So I’m tucked up in bed by...

 
 
 

Comentarios


Post: Blog2_Post

07757303126

©2018 by Elle Coles. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page